A Portrait

Thou dream of beauty, round whose classic brow
The golden locks of Aphrodite twine,
Knotted behind, would I could paint thee thus,
Sitting serene, gowned in celestial blue!

A nymph of Greece; yet redolent of the soil
Of this, thy native land; autochthonous;
Splendidly fair as Napa's fruitful vale,
Or Shasta's peak, or famed Yosemite.
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